"STOP!" Du cried. Tears drenched your cheeks as a Soc held Du back. Du tried and tried and tried to pull away from him, but Du couldn't. Three other Socs were kicking and hitting Two-Bit. He was trying to fight back, but the was on the pavement and had no defense. Du fell to your knees when the Socs stopped kicking him. Du knew be was out. The Soc who was holding Du back kicked your side, laughed and shoved your face I to the ground. It hurt, but Du didn't care. Du used all your strength to crawl over to him. Du shook him and got no response. Du hugged him tight and practically yelled, "Two! Wake up! Please!" Du got zero response. After a out five Minuten Du got up and tried to pick him up with you. Sadly he was too heavy. Du leaned down and listened for his heartbeat. Du heard nothing but silence. Du started to cry even harder. Du got up and ran to the nearest pay phone. Du called an krankenwagen and rushed back to Two-Bit. "Please! Please! Please! Wake up! Please!" Du shouted. Du shook him rapidly. Du got no movement oder answer. • • "I'm so sorry Y/N, but he's gone." A lady sagte as she walked up to you. Tears started to fall down your cheeks again. Du Lost him. The Liebe of your life was gone. Du would never get to sleep in his arms, feel his kiss, hear his jokes oder feel how happy he made Du just Von giving Du a warm loving smile. All the good times Du had together were just memories and always would be. Du would never get to make new memories with him oder get to Bewegen vorwärts-, nach vorn with your lives together. Du sat in the
waiting room if the hospital and just cried. Du had Lost the most important thing in your life. • • Sodapop had to carry Du to the car and take Du to his apartment. Soda was there for Du the whole time. Du felt awful for staying at his place for a week. Du hadn't even went back to yours and Twos apartment. Du didn't want to old memories. Du didn't want to be where Du had told each other so many secrets.
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Today Du were going back to your apartment. Du were just going to get clothes and to go stay with your best friend. The moment Du walked inside Du felt like Du were going to cry. On your küche tabelle was a bunch of now dead roses, two plates, two whine glasses, your Favorit erdbeere wine and candles that hadn't been lit. Du held back your tears and went and sat down. This was why Two was in such a rush to get home. Du ran a hand through your hair and let out a whimper as tears started to fall down your cheeks. Du looked at the roses. There was a note in them. Du dread to read it because Du knew you'd only miss him more. The note read 'Forever? Please say yes!' And there was an engagement ring taped to it. Du set the card down and stood up quickly. Du walked right out of the house and bumped into Dallas. Dallas was taking Two-Bit's death hard like you. "Y/N.... Are Du okay? I came to check up on ya. Du haven't bee-" Du cut off Dallas. "He was going to propose to me Dal. The night he died. I came Home and there was Rosen and then a note and a ring. He died before he could tell me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. Why the hell couldn't they have taken me instead?! None of this is fair..... None of it." Du cried. Dallas wrapped his arms around you. "I'm sorry." He whispered. He held Du for a Minute and then let Du go. Dallas went inside your apartment and grabbed clothes for you. Du never did go back into that apartment ever again. Du moved out four months after Two's death. It took Du a long time to get over Two-Bit. Du never got over his death, but Du got to the point where Du could Bewegen on. Where Du could smile an laugh again like Du used to. There was always that void in your herz of where Two-Bit should have been and no one could replace that. He was your true love. Du did remarry however. It was one of your old childhood friends. Two-Bit would've agreed to Du being together if he were still there, but no one could fully replace him and no one ever did.
waiting room if the hospital and just cried. Du had Lost the most important thing in your life. • • Sodapop had to carry Du to the car and take Du to his apartment. Soda was there for Du the whole time. Du felt awful for staying at his place for a week. Du hadn't even went back to yours and Twos apartment. Du didn't want to old memories. Du didn't want to be where Du had told each other so many secrets.
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Today Du were going back to your apartment. Du were just going to get clothes and to go stay with your best friend. The moment Du walked inside Du felt like Du were going to cry. On your küche tabelle was a bunch of now dead roses, two plates, two whine glasses, your Favorit erdbeere wine and candles that hadn't been lit. Du held back your tears and went and sat down. This was why Two was in such a rush to get home. Du ran a hand through your hair and let out a whimper as tears started to fall down your cheeks. Du looked at the roses. There was a note in them. Du dread to read it because Du knew you'd only miss him more. The note read 'Forever? Please say yes!' And there was an engagement ring taped to it. Du set the card down and stood up quickly. Du walked right out of the house and bumped into Dallas. Dallas was taking Two-Bit's death hard like you. "Y/N.... Are Du okay? I came to check up on ya. Du haven't bee-" Du cut off Dallas. "He was going to propose to me Dal. The night he died. I came Home and there was Rosen and then a note and a ring. He died before he could tell me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. Why the hell couldn't they have taken me instead?! None of this is fair..... None of it." Du cried. Dallas wrapped his arms around you. "I'm sorry." He whispered. He held Du for a Minute and then let Du go. Dallas went inside your apartment and grabbed clothes for you. Du never did go back into that apartment ever again. Du moved out four months after Two's death. It took Du a long time to get over Two-Bit. Du never got over his death, but Du got to the point where Du could Bewegen on. Where Du could smile an laugh again like Du used to. There was always that void in your herz of where Two-Bit should have been and no one could replace that. He was your true love. Du did remarry however. It was one of your old childhood friends. Two-Bit would've agreed to Du being together if he were still there, but no one could fully replace him and no one ever did.
His tongue ran down your stomach. It sent chills up your back. It felt amazing.
His tongue went back up to your lips as he started to unclasp your bra. He got it off, and threw it across the room.
But instead of it hitting the floor with a thud…
“Not on my couch.” Darry says, bra in hand
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“Yeah?” He says, looking over at you.
“I found this in the attic.” Du say, tossing it over to him.
It was his baby blanket, a dark blue color.
He looks at it wide eyed, just taking in the memories.
“What about this?” He asks, still looking at the blanket.
“Well I thought our baby would like it.”
“Planning ahead huh?” He grins.
“Only 8 eight months ahead.” Du smile.
He looks up at Du in surprise.
“You’re pregnant?” He asks, standing up from the couch to face you.
Du just smile.
He scoops Du up into a giant hug.
How were Du going to tell him Du got laid off?
Y’all needed money… Du had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course Du had to lose your job.
Du walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. Du were pretty much done with all the stress.
Darry walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waist.
“What’s up babe?” He said, chuckling at the sight of Du sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” Du mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. Du don’t have to…” Du start.
“No.. I’d make Mehr money than Du would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
He picks up the naked two Jahr old and plops him into the bath. “There. Your in. Stay in.”
Du were holding baby Stephanie, who would not stop crying. Why did Du and Dally even agree to watch Johnny’s kids? This wasn’t a great experience.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at this,” Dally grins.
Du look in the bathroom to see Josh, sitting in the tub, his hair greased back, smiling like a maniac.
Du can’t help but burst out laughing, only making the baby cry more.
“Stephie, shut the hell up!” Josh says from the tub.
“Josh!” Du scold. Du glare at Dally.
“It wasn’t me!” Dally says.
“Yeah right.” Du say, rolling your eyes.
“In my opinion, we are the greatest babysitters ever.” Dally said, smiling.
“Hey,” Dally whispers in your ear.
“Hey,”you whisper back.
“You’re parents home?”
“Yeah, they’re asleep.”
“So nothing fun?”
“Dally, Du pig.” Du laugh.
“Nah, I Liebe just cuddling with you.” He says, snuggling closer to your body.
You’re silent for awhile, feeling the heat of his body.
“I Liebe you.” Du whisper.
“Not as much as I Liebe you.” He squeezes you.
“Are Du crying?” Du ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes Du are, Du big softie,” Ponyboy grins.
“Is she all ok?” Soda asks, still sniffling.
“Yes, she’s in perfect condition.” The doctor grins. ” 6 pounds, 9 ounces. Du want to hold her?” He asks Soda.
Soda just nods his head. The doctor hands him the baby.
(OK INSERT SODA BABY IMAGINE HERE TO GET SODA FEELINGS)
Soda just smiles.
“Hey, Grace.” He says softly. “Hey.”
“She looks like you.” Ponyboy says to Du as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
